they're like totally real!

so i'm in chicago for a convention. i got here on friday and checked into my hotel. for starters, this is probably the nicest hotel i've ever stayed in. they call me "miss timmerman" when i call for room service. and don't even get me started on the minibar. i've never seen so many options in my life. so what if a shot of grey goose costs $9! yeah, it's nice.

on friday night i decide to be brave and go to a bar by myself. i ask the concierge where i should go and he says right across the street. so i go right across the street to "lux bar." it's a pretty happenin place at 6pm. i suddenly feel super insecure and kind of panic. i've already bought a glass of wine so i can't leave. the place is packed and there's not anywhere to sit except for one seat at the bar. it's by this old man, so i say whatever and sit down. this man starts talking to me...which is cool....i can talk to a stranger. i meet his friends...more old men...who keep giving me compliments and standing so close to me that i can feel their spit...YUCK. they were cool, though. after about 30 minutes (note: there are some HOT guys standing near us that keep looking at me, but probably think i'm some kind of golddigger hanging out w/these men so they end up leaving and leaving me brokenhearted)...one of the men, mark (think mafia) askes me if i want to go get dinner at this really nice french restaurant. ok...look...i don't know anybody in this city...i'm just trying to have a glass of wine and soak up the culture. i do NOT want to go eat dinner with this guy, even if he does know donald trump and tony soprano. not impressed. so then the stalking starts. i don't want to go eat dinner, well what am i going to do? oh, i'm going to walk around. can he come with me? no you can't. can i get your cell phone number. NO, i have your card. no you cannot buy me another drink. SERIOUSLY. you are like 60...get away from me. by this point, i'm super scared to go anywhere else by myself. i walk around and end up going back to my hotel to eat room service. just so you don't feel sorry for me....their room service is like the best food i've ever had in my whole life. chicken w/cheese tortellini and cheesecake (2 days in a row...remember, i don't have any friends). oh, and also at the bar that night, one of the "friends" told me i needed to spit my gum out. he said it made me look trashy. OH REALLY? i look trashy? who are you to judge me you old man hitting on a young (ok, not so young) girl from alabama? whatever.

most important part! i almost forgot! as i walk into my hotel (slyly (sp?) so mafia guys don't see me) guess who i make eye contact with standing at the front desk?? SPENCER PRATT. i know! and then there's heidi!!! i know that the hills is a stupid show and you can judge me or whatever, but i about freaked out. i tried to act cool and make them think i had no idea who they were. this girl was having her picture taken w/heidi and after s & h left in a cab, i heard the girl talking on her phone saying "i don't even LIKE heidi." nobody likes them - that's sad. and let me just tell you. spencer looks just as mean in person as he does on tv. and heidi wears a ton of makeup...shocker.

exciting times. and i shopped at h&m yesterday and the biggest Forever 21 i've ever seen. i like the cheap stuff, y'all. now i'm working....sitting at my booth. bored to death...